Maddox's Point of View When the man asked who I was, my mouth twitched. This is the first time someone has pointed a weapon at me and asked such a foolish question. For me, it's stupid. I overlooked the fact that he was wearing aviators on this particular night. But I can clearly see how his brow is furrowed and his head is cocked. With a warning tone, he asked, "Mind telling me, what's so funny about that?" Kenzie nudged me. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. What? It appears that everyone is terrified of these guys. If you see people dressed like Ninja turtles and pointing a gun at you, all in black, who wouldn't be scared, right? I changed my expression back to one devoid of emotion. Fine, I'll play safe here. "Well, I should be the one asking you, Who are you all, people? We are all just going to head home, and then here we are, involved in the shooting," I ask, quirking a brow at him and glancing at his companion and back to his face. They're all weird. The extreme cold m
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